You searched through your closet; you didn't think anyone was going to ask you to the ball. But you had bought a formal dress just in case. You laid it on your bed and started listening to music and tried to remember all the dances you had learned, and even went onto your computer and looked some up on the internet, just to be sure you knew how they went. After all, you didn't want to be stepping on anyone's foot.
When it was an hour before sunset, you opened the door with your dress on, and you were startled by the limousine that pulled up at your house. Your breath was caught, as the chauffer went and opened the door for you, "Madame." He said with a nod. You blushed as you carefully sat in the luxurious car, and listened to beautiful music as you drank your favorite flavor of sparkling cider.
The limo let you out and you climbed the stairs with an escort, and he led you to the double doors of the World Meeting Mansion. When the doors opened you couldn't see anyone in the middle of the dance floor, yet. "Announcing Miss _!" The crowd cheered and clapped for their friend. You smiled and waved blushing like never before.
You went out onto the dance floor and everyone started dancing and after a few moments you began to think you got blown off when suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. You spun around and were kissed deeply, when you broke apart, you saw your secret admirer. "S-Scotland!" You exclaimed, blushing a deep red. You had been crushing on him for ages and now he was here as YOUR secret admirer!
"Hey lassie, I think you belong here with me." The Scotsman said with a sly grin.
You blushed, "How do you figure?"
"Cause Lassie always comes home." He said pulling you in close to him.
"Scotland, you're such a flirt." You grinned blushing brighter.
"Aye, I am, and I would be more so if I had a drink down me, but I wanted to stay sober for you my bonny lass." He turned to one of the butlers and the guy shortly brought Scotland his bagpipes, and you stood and watched the man in the kilt playing that sweet and sharp music. The others danced to it, with joy. You had tears pouring from your eyes at the uplifting music.
Afterwards he pinned in your hair a cute clip with a thistle, "My country's national emblem, it saved us from the invasion of the Norse, and I want you to be my thistle, so whenever I go into war, I know my thistle will always be there to back me up, and save me, and my heart."
You melted into his embrace as he kissed you again and asked, "Would you be my girlfriend?" "I'd be crazy not to want to; I've been crushing on you since forever. Of course I want to be your girlfriend."